By the Winds - RPLOG

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Date

24/11/475

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A distress call was sent in the most unusual way imaginable, a voice travelling along the wind delivering a message for help, as well as the exact ways to get there. There doesn't seem to be many details in the message they sent. To make things worse, the people who sent it don't seem to have any reward they are able to provide. Nonetheless, the bounty was placed anyway, hoping for adventurers to venture the long distance past the forest to help them out pro bono.

The Black 'Draguana' is in his natural form this day, giving him a set of shorts and nothing else other than that ever-present collar that has been around his neck ever since his rescue. He is forced to walk this distance along with whoever else had decided to come along...or whoever had heard the call, however it works. As usual in his case, no weapons or armor go along with him, just what comes natural...or what LOOKS natural, anyway.

Ixitixl strides alongside Mazurek in sharp contrast, barely any of his scales visible beneath his bulky priest armour. He isn't making conversation, just plodding along, matching pace, looking fretful over goodness-only-knows-what.

Kilsa hears the message and begins to travel in the direction that she things the voice might be in. She notices Mazurek and begins to follow the large reptiles, "Sir Mazurek." She shouts loudly, trying to get the males attention as she jogs up to him trying to see if he is on the same path as her.

The route there has been rather uneventful, seemingly not even a stray beast in the forest. A cold, unnatural wind blows through the leaves, rustling them and making the weaker trees creak slightly, as though the three were being watched. "What are you doing in our lands, strangers?" The wind whispers softly, barely audible in the hushed greenery.

Mazurek leads the way in front of his fellow iguana companion, only to stop and direct his gaze toward a familiar voice. A slight inclination of the head is given, "Lady Kilsa. It has been some time." He is about to say more when the voice(s) speak in the wind, his spinal crest rising swiftly along with his dewlap flaring, "It would seem that we are being watched." He looks around them, snorting.

Ixitixl stops and turns in tandem with the other iguana, and where hearing the title given the approaching badger, he bows low -- only to shoot right up to his full, if unimpressive height as the voice whispers in the wind, the many links and plates of his gear rattling as he trembles inside it. "We, um, we're answering your call ... for aid!" he calls, constantly changing directions as he speaks, not sure... where he's supposed to address the response.

Kilsa smiles an attempts to be diplomatic, "As he asid we are answering a call for aid, Are you the one asking for help?" She looked around hoping to find the source of the voice. "I'm not used to helping invisible folk so if you could step in the open please do." she said calming while keeping her back to her companions and scaning the area.

Suddenly, from nowhere, as if in response to the party, arrows fly out from every direction, pelting the group. Nobody's hurt though, as they're aimed as warning shots more than anything else. "Never cross us." The source of the voice makes himself visible at Kilsa's request, an arrow placed in his large longbow. The armed fox glares at the three and bares teeth, though whether he's snarling or smiling can't really be seen. He lowers his bow and keeps it behind him, tribal tattoos scattered all throughout his white fur. "So you've answered our calls for help..." He bows politely and kneels, looking down. "Forgive us for the greeting. In times of war, anyone can be an enemy."

Mazurek turns his attention toward the source of the arrows, or at least what he perceives to be the source. Regardless of whether that is true or not he turns to face the tribal-looking fox after he emerges. He looks then to kilsa with raised brow before turning to address Ixitixl, "Remember what I said before. You are the dragon. You are strong, tough."

Ixitixl gets his shield out ... of course by the time he's done that the arrows have struck where they were going, so it's a bit moot, not to mention trying to guess which way they were coming from in the first place when it seems like all directions, but he twists and turns around trying to block himself and his allies from further, direct assault... which doesn't come, thankfully. Swallowing with an audible gulp, he lowers the shhield as the fox reveals himself, and finally tucks it away again, looking like he feels rather foolish. "...Mmf." is all he can muster in response to Maz's encouragement.

Kilsa looks angry as she smiles, "Are you reallly attacking us, Please tell me your reasoning before bad things happen." Her face widens into a scary smiles, "Your attacking innocent folk looking to do some good please explain. I'm a priest asking you to follow the creators path and do the right thing by putting down your weapons and being civil."

The fox frowns a bit. "If we'd wanted to attack you it'd be over in a matter of seconds." He points to the arrows. "We don't usually miss. You can't blame us for being wary when-" He's cut off by a loud cry of pain in the forest and the sounds of combat happening nearby. "They've come again!" He points towards the stretch of forest in front of him. "You must come with me to our village /now/. Our scouts will hold the line until we can explain the situation." He looks positively worried now, more cries of pain coming from behind, slowly approaching...looks like its time for fight or flight.

Mazurek rubs his fellow iguana's head, not paying attention to the diplomacy happening for the moment. That changes with the sound of combat close by, and it has him turning to face their 'host'. He nods slightly and starts off toward the sounds of battle, "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Time to at least have some fun out here, right Ixi?"

"Ah! Aren't we going to...?" Ixitixl looks back and forth between the charging iguana and the tribal fox, brows furrowed in worry, but at last he takes off after Mazurek, drawing sword and shield and readying himself. "This ... this isn't a game, Mazurek!"

Kilsa nods her head, "Alright Icizer or Ixi, Pleasure to meet you but introductions will have to wait." She begins to follow the fox with her weapon drawn, "lead the way!" She cries out as she follows.

The fox hides a smile as his back is turned to the group, bow unslung from his back as he waits for the three to catch up to him before charging into the fray, taking a couple of swift shots and taking out his targets. The forest is a bloodied mess, foxes engaging in combat with shadow touched felines, arrows flying and axes being thrown. Immediately, some of the attackers who have just dispatched their opponents turn to the new group and charge without warning.

The four savages are left sprawling on the ground before too long, the combined ability of the two dragons and the hammerbadger overwhelming them with ease, the rest of them beating hasty retreats. It's immediately evident why the fox's tribe is having problems defending themselves. They were great from afar, but clearly couldn't hold their ground when fighting close up, and the forest provided ample opportunities for ambushes and sneak attacks. The fox you met surveys the damage done with a sad frown. "That's most of the scouting party. We will have to inform their families..." He moves over to one body and closes the eyes, muttering a soft eulogy.